Chapter 179

"It's really cold," said ah Chou when he went to the kitchen to complain about carrying firewood. When he came in, he shivered. "It's colder in October than in the coldest time in Beijing."

"Come on and warm up," said Zhong Mingwei, looking distressed. He scooped up a bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea from the big pot and brought it to him. At the same time, he went and patted the firewood on ah Chou's body. "Next time, hold less, don't hold so much."

"It's OK. I'm not tired. I don't have to run again." Ah Chou took off his shoes and went to the Kang. At the same time, Zhong Mingwei covered himself with quilts, and at the same time, he drank up the bowl of brown sugar jujube tea "gududu".

"How can I make this jujube tea again?" Ah Chou put down his bowl and asked Zhong Mingwei. Before Zhong Mingwei could answer, ah Chou suddenly blushed. Obviously, she understood something. The little girl was so busy that she lowered her head and asked Zhong Mingwei, "just Is it another month so soon? Doesn't it seem? "

"Drink a few days early, and cry for stomachache when you can save," said Zhong Mingwei, without any embarrassment. He reached into the quilt and fished for ah Chou's feet. Without saying a word, he took it into his arms and frowned. "How can your feet always be so cold?"

"Don't you Come on, let's go... " Ah Chou is really shy. Since he took a bath in a tub with Zhong Mingwei that day, ah Chou found that Zhong Mingwei has become more and more unruly towards himself, and he moves every now and then. Of course, ah Chou doesn't hate Zhong Mingwei's movements, but he likes it very much. She is just shy.

"Darling, don't move." Zhong Mingwei hugged the two little feet that moved back and forth more tightly. He pulled away his outer clothes and sent them to the inside. He tried to make the cold feet warm as soon as possible. This was one of the few things he could do for ah Chou.

"Zhong Mingwei, don't do this, don't......" Ah Chou's eyes are red. The warmth from the bottom of her feet warms her heart from her feet. Under her feet is Zhong Mingwei's chest. She can clearly feel the texture of the man's chest, as well as the powerful heartbeat below. Once upon a time, it is so sonorous and powerful that it affects all her senses.

"Girl, you have to get used to it," Zhong Mingwei led ah Chou's lips and smiled softly. "I'm your man. This is what I should do for you. You have to be calm, you know?"

Ah Chou's lips trembled, and she didn't speak any more. She nodded softly, and her feet didn't move, so she obediently put them in the man's arms.

"Why don't you do embroidery today?" After warming his feet, Zhong Mingwei put ah Chou's feet back into the quilt, tied his outer clothes and asked ah Chou.

"Oh, just going to embroider," said ah Chou, crawling along, pulling the needle and thread basket from the Kang, introducing the yellow silk thread, and saying to Zhong Mingwei, "there are eight Chinese characters left, and they are all embroidered."

"So fast?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, "I heard that many girls need to embroider the wedding dress for several years, but I haven't seen you embroider it all the time, but I can do it with this eye."

"That's right. I'm fast, not only fast, but also good at embroidery. Hehe." A Chou was a little proud. He rubbed the embroidery needle on his head, and then began to embroider.

The golden silk thread goes through the red silk, and a word "zhe" begins.

A Chou has always been very serious in his embroidery work. At this time, he would lower his head and embroider quickly with one needle and one thread. It's true that he can embroider well with a quick hand.

Zhong Mingwei didn't bother her any more, so he sat and watched ah Chou embroidering. The hands that had just pinched his legs were holding a small embroidery needle. They pricked and pulled it flexibly. Within a few minutes, a small "ten" was embroidered, and the word "zhe" became more and more clear.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the small character, and his heart leaped. His eyes gradually moved up from the unformed character, from the white hands, to the braid on his shoulder, to the dark red scar on his neck, and finally stopped on his white and soft side face.